A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens
Lord, I do not always know,
And I cannot see, what is desired of me.
I offer words from my own hearts core.
I long for a feeling to be free.
The truth is, I do not fit.
I can’t fit into the mold of expectation.
No matter any amount of wit,
No matter any contortion.
I know that I shouldn’t mind,
But my will just is not that strong.
It’s just that I long to find
A place where I belong.
But truth is I belong in Your hands,
Not in any place of mans approval,
Not in any of these many lands,
But still, my pride calls for removal.
I want to be admired, desired,
I want to be needed.
My very core needs to be rewired,
Your words need to be heeded.
Who I am is not in what I do,
Not in what I say,
Who I am is wrapped up in You!
Lord, show me the way!
Show me how to find myself
By looking at Your face.
Show me how to throw myself
Completely on Your grace.
Close my ears to all the voices
That I keep feeling the need to please,
So that my focus, and all my choices,
Are seated at Your feet.
And when voices rise in rebuke,
Let them not shake the place I stand,
Because this place cannot be shook,
I’m not built on shifting sand.
Help me rest on just Your truth,
And not on human approval.
And finally be secure in my worth,
Myself, in You, my All!
And finally be at rest,
And finally to not long,
Not feeling like I must pass some test,
Because I know I belong.
This is why we labor and strive, because we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all people, and especially of those who believe. 1 Timothy 4:10